Cleaning Out the Sock Drawer

Of course it didn't end there. I spent almost the entire day clearing out my closet. So far I have accumulated four bags of clothing donations, two bags of clothes that were little better than rags and a giant bag of shoes. I'm actually quite attached to some of the shoes but I know I will never wear them so I might as well give someone else a chance to enjoy them while I schlep around in my sneakers. I did splash out for a new pair of white ones for the summer. The jury is still out on whether my new knee and my beloved Birkenstocks will be friends....

It's been an odd sort of disjointed day since it feels like it should be Monday but is actually Tuesday because of yesterday's Memorial Day holiday. Somebody quoted in the newspaper pointed out that it is not just a day for having barbecues,  or even to honor veterans,  but to honor  those who died in war as well as their families. I just wish we could find a way to honor them by ending war altogether, but I'm afraid that is just a pipe dream. Fighting to defend ourselves seems to be an inborn, natural instinct. Translating that instinct to a group effort to fight against an unknown enemy, often with completely different cultural values is a different thing altogether. 

On the other hand, the thought of electing a man who dodged the draft himself and taunts those who were taken prisoner of war as 'losers' is absolutely abhorrent to me. The political apathy in this country right now is understandable since I think many of us are simply suffering from 'Trump exhaustion' ...the grandstanding, the lying, the bullying, the art of delaying and complicating...and just don't want thoughts of him to ruin an otherwise good day. 

I can't say that cleaning my closet is fun. It's a lot of work and I have a long way to go, but it does make me feel good. Maybe my brain is trying to undergo a similar clean-out of things that don't 'spark joy'.